Suddenly, a stream of light flew into Wang Zhe's mind, and he was enlightened.
"The Blood Demon Sutra!"
This technique is very evil, and the practice process is very strange.
One method involves peeling off one's own human skin alive, then piercing the body with magic needles, and refining it with magic fire, which requires at least nine years of suffering.
Only when the whole body is refined and becomes a blood shadow can he succeed.
When facing the enemy, there is no need to use any magic weapon. You can just throw the blood shadow towards the opponent and it will pass through him immediately. No matter how powerful the monk is, the soul will be sucked away, causing it to fuel the fierce flames.
There is another method, although you don't have to endure the pain of nine years of demon needles pricking your body, skinning and burning your body, but you still have to sit in meditation for eighty-three years.
Once the method is performed, the body becomes like a zombie, unable to speak or move.
But it is not like the situation where Buddhists and Taoists sit in seclusion and meditate, and sit in a state of confusion. For such a long time, I have been intruded and suffered by evil thoughts all the time.
From morning to night, there were either water, fire, wind and thunder, being stabbed by knives and needles, or having my hair picked out and my body being plucked, suffering all kinds of pain.
The most severe thing is the constant pain, numbness and itching, as if there are thousands of caterpillars gnawing and wandering in the bone marrow.
After practicing this technique, the whole person sheds his human skin and has no bones, and turns into a ball of blood. As long as he touches it, his soul will be destroyed immediately. Not to mention his cultivation level, he can still Continue to do evil despite his physical body.
Therefore, this "Blood Demon Sutra" is an abnormal evil sect. The more people it kills, the higher its cultivation level becomes, and the more crazy it becomes. Killing, the heavier the blood smell on the body becomes.
Naturally, Wang Zhe would not practice such evil techniques, but it was also mentioned in this technique that what practitioners of the "Blood Demon Sutra" feared most were Karma Fire and Taiyi Divine Thunder.
If he meets a monk who practices this technique again in the future, he will know the other person's weaknesses.
The two injured monks on the other side were shocked by Wang Zhe's unpredictable cultivation.
The terrifying demon baby was killed so easily.
"Thank you, senior, for your help. I am Xu Yan, Emei. This is my junior brother Fang Shiqi. Please give me your surname."
Wang Zhe was about to go to Emei to visit, but he didn't want to meet an Emei disciple here. It's a coincidence.
"That's all." Wang Zhe smiled and waved his hands, then left with Laifu.
"I didn't expect to encounter such a terrifying monster here!"
The two brothers and sisters had walked away from the gate of hell for a while, and they still had lingering fears.
"Senior Brother, wasn't this Blood Demon Sutra lost along with the destruction of the Blood Demon? What the demon used just now looks like the Blood Demon Sutra mentioned by Master."
"If I guessed correctly, it should be the Blood Demon Sutra." Xu Yan said.
"But what does she look like?"
"I heard that there is a protector in the Moon God Sect. She is over a hundred years old, but she looks like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. I hope she is the one!
Rumor has it that in order to deal with the blood demon, in addition to the masters of our Emei and Qingcheng sects, the high priest of the Moon God Sect also took action.
Maybe the "Blood Demon Sutra" fell into his hands. "
"It's the Luna Cult again!"
After separating from the two men, Wang Ben and Laifu continued heading north. After walking for about half a day, a town appeared in front of us.
"Let's go, Laifu, go in and have something to eat." Wang Zhe took Laifu into the city.
The city is quite peaceful, but the way people dress inside is quite different from other places.
Wang Zhe took Laifu to a restaurant, took a seat by the window, and ordered a few dishes and a bottle of wine.
While eating, a group of people passed by on the street below, wearing special clothes and carrying a sedan.
I don’t know who was sitting in the sedan. Wherever I passed, the people on both sides took the initiative to make way.
Some people hid far away, while others knelt on the ground and worshiped.
Wang Zhe took a closer look and saw that there was no living breath in the sedan. Then he called the waiter beside him.
"Seller, what's in that sedan? It's so grand?" Wang Zhe raised his finger and pointed to the sedan below.
"Oh, guest officer, you don't dare to point it out!" Wang Zhe's move frightened the waiter in the shop and turned his face pale.
"The person sitting in that sedan chair is the Moon Goddess." The waiter whispered, as if he was afraid of being heard by people on the street outside.
"Moon God?" Wang Zhe was stunned. He looked up at the sun that had not yet set.
"What is the Moon God doing out in broad daylight?" Wang Zhe asked with a smile.
"Please keep your voice down," the waiter said hurriedly.
"It's okay, they can't hear it." Wang Zhe knew what he was worried about.
The waiter didn't dare to talk any more.
Wang Zhe handed the little bit of silver to the waiter, who hurriedly took it with both hands.
"Your Majesty, please take your time."
Wang Zhe watched the group of people on the street slowly walk away.
People on both sides of the street stood up, some shook their heads and sighed, and some had eyes shining.
"Luna?"
This was the first time he had seen a statue of a god sitting in a sedan chair.
The salary is very high. Are you afraid of being exposed to the sun in broad daylight?
After dinner, Wang Zhe took Laifu and left the city.
Walking north, I met pedestrians on the road and asked about the route. Unknowingly, the sky became dark.
Wang Zhe found a collapsed temple to rest on the roadside.
I don't know what kind of deity was worshiped here, but the statue inside has collapsed.
"Look, it's not easy to be a god." Wang Zhe joked with a smile.
The night is getting darker.
Wang Zhe sat cross-legged and closed his eyes in concentration.
The native dog crouched quietly aside, and the goshawk stood on the roof.
In the middle of the night, the wind suddenly picked up, and the cry of a night owl came from outside.
There was a jingle of bells, and there was a sudden noise outside.
The goshawk opened its eyes and stared into the sky. The native dog lying on the ground raised his head and moved his ears.
Outside the temple, in the woods. Suddenly a light shines.
"Monster, where are you running?"
Buzz, a ball of yellow light flew out and hit a ball of black air.
With a scream, a person fell from the air, but it was a graceful woman.
She just landed on the ground, and then someone fell on the ground. He was wearing a cassock. He was in his forties and looked upright.
Not long after he landed, a young and chubby monk landed next to him. He had small eyes and looked innocent.
"You monk, I have no grudge against you, why are you chasing me so hard!" The woman said in a hateful voice.
"You are a monster, so I must surrender." The older monk said sternly.
"It's true that I'm a monster, but I don't harm anyone!"
"No harm? You are just my stupid disciple!" The monk pointed at the stupid monk beside him.
"Stop talking nonsense and suffer death!"
The monk raised his hand, and a palm shadow the size of a washbasin flew towards the woman.
The woman raised her hand and a piece of silk flew around, wrapping around and protecting her body.
The shadow of the palm fell on it, and with a bang, the silk exploded to pieces.
The woman flew into the air.
"Monster, where are you going!?"
The monk threw out the Buddhist beads around his neck and hit the woman. The Buddha's light burst out and knocked the woman down from the air.
After landing, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Looking up, he saw the people in the ruined temple.
Suddenly he jumped up and rushed towards him, but was knocked down by the monk's palm in mid-air.
"Monster, you really have evil thoughts!"
"Isshin, come here."
"Master, what are your orders?" The fat monk hurriedly came to the master's side.
"Redeem her!" The older monk pointed to the woman on the ground.
"Ah, Master, Buddhism prohibits killing."
"Conquer demons and eliminate demons. Killing is to protect living beings. Do it!" the monk said sternly.
The young monk held the Buddhist staff and took a few deep breaths.
Ha, he shouted loudly.
With his eyes closed, he smashed the Zen staff down, and a big hole was made in the ground with a thud.
The banshee on the side was completely fine.
"You, bastard, how can you close your eyes when facing the enemy?" The monk slapped his disciple directly.
At this moment, the monster jumped up.
With a bang, Monk Yixin hit her on the head with his Zen staff.
Ah, the monster screamed and fell to the ground.
After twitching for a few times, his body slowly changed, revealing its original shape, but it was still a red-furred fox.
"Look, this is a monster!" the master said to the somewhat stupid disciple.
"Yes, it's a monster!" Monk Yixin nodded hurriedly.
"Master, there is another person in that temple." Monk Yixin pointed to Wang Zhe, who was sitting cross-legged in the temple.
The older monk took a look, and then led his disciples into the temple.
"This benefactor, our master and disciple are passing by here and staying here for the night." After saying that, the monk sat down beside him, and the disciple hurriedly followed suit.
Woo, a gust of wind blew into the ruined temple.
"Oh, it's so windy, Master, let's light a fire to keep warm?"
Monk Yixin brought some dry firewood from outside and made a fire. After sitting down, he took out a steamed bun from the cloth bag he carried with him and handed it to his master.
"Master, you must be tired from chasing monsters all the way. You should have something to eat."
The monk took the steamed bun and ate it slowly while looking at Wang Zhe a few times.
Monk Yixin on the side saw his master eating, took out another one, finished it in two or three mouthfuls, and then took out another one from the bag.
"Issin."
"Master."
"Go find a place to bury the body of the fox outside."
"Oh." After hearing this, Monk Yixin put the steamed bun back into the bag, then left the temple to bury the body of the fox demon.
After a while, the effort will come back again.
"Master, there are so many wolves outside!" After the young monk entered the temple, he came to his master and whispered.
"The monster is buried?"
"Bury it, Master, I just..."
Suddenly there was a strange flute sound outside, which sounded a bit resentful.
"Ah, there is someone who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night and comes here to play the flute. Is he a monster, Master?"
"Hey, the world is in chaos and evildoers are rampant. Come with me and take a look."
"Yes, Master."
"Donor, there are monsters outside, so be careful here." Na Yixin reminded Wang Zhe kindly when he left.
"I know, thank you, monk." Wang Zhe smiled.
"gone!"
Monk Yixin followed the master out.
Crash, a swarm of flying insects suddenly flew up.
In the forest, a man in a robe stood on a big tree and played to his disciples.
Two figures flew from a distance and landed on a nearby mountain.
"Smelly monk, if you don't recite sutras and worship Buddha in the temple, why are you running around here?"
"Amitabha, I wonder where this benefactor practices, so he is so lenient?"
"If you don't want to die, leave here immediately. Buddhists are not welcome here." The man in the robe said coldly.
"Amitabha, this benefactor is so angry. We, the master and the disciple, are about to conquer the demons here."
"If you don't listen, you are seeking death!" The man in the robe put away the flute.
Raising his hand, a gust of wind swept towards the master and disciple.
The elderly monk recited Buddhist mantras, and the Buddha's light shone brightly on his body, protecting his surroundings and the disciples behind him.
Buzz, a flying insect suddenly passed through the strong wind and flew to the side of the master and disciple.
Om,
The monk recited Buddhist mantras, and there was a burst of Sanskrit sounds.
The body of the flying poisonous insect suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and then fell down with a crackle.
The man in the robe raised his hand, and there was something in his hand, a black flag. He raised his hand and waved, and black energy immediately flew out from the black flag.
Buzz, golden light.
The shadow of a golden Buddha suddenly appeared in the forest.
In the distance, on the roof, a goshawk stared at the forest.
"It's so lively!" Wang Zhe said softly.
After less than a cup of tea, the monk Yixin who had just left carried his master into the temple.
His master was obviously seriously injured and had passed out.
"Donor, run quickly. There is a very powerful evil cultivator outside. After speaking, he will leave behind his master."
A black wind suddenly fell, and a long-distance running man blocked his way.
"Little monk, just stay here with your master forever."
"Hey, don't push people too hard. I have a very high level of cultivation. I just don't want to take action!"
"Oh, hahaha." The man in the robe laughed.
"If you don't believe it, watch the move!" Monk Yixin suddenly raised his hand and slapped his hand.
The man in the robe didn't move.
Suddenly a ray of light appeared, and then his head flew up, with a look of horror on his face.
The body was still standing on the same spot, blood flying out of the neck.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the corpse shook a few times before falling to the ground with a thud.
"This?!" Monk Yixin looked at his palms, then looked back at Wang Zhe, who was sitting cross-legged.
Carrying Master on his back he entered the temple.
"Were you the donor just now?"
"What happened to your master?" Wang Zhe pointed at his master.
The monk's face was ashen and he looked a little scary.
"My master was hit by his spell, and evil spirits entered his body. I have to help my master with his exercises to force the evil spirits out of his body."
The young monk placed his master on the ground, then put his hands on his master's back, preparing to use his kung fu to heal his injuries, but within a moment, his face turned ugly.
"Oops, my cultivation is not enough. Uh, donor, do you know medical skills? Can you save my master?"
"good!"
Wang Zhe nodded.
Ah, did you agree so happily? Monk Yixin was startled when he heard this.
Wang Zhe raised his hand, and his magical power covered Master Yixin, using the innate true fire to burn away the evil spirits that invaded his body. After a moment, the monk woke up.
"Amitabha, poor monk Xiaoru, thank you so much for your life-saving grace."
"Master, you're welcome."
Wang Zhe still admires this kind of monk who has a righteous mind and conquers demons.
"Yixin, go and sell that man's body."
"Ah, Master, he wanted to kill us just now."
"But others are already dead."
"I understand, Master."
"I wonder where Master practices?"
"A poor monk is practicing in Jianyuan Temple."
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